[Dedicated to the memory of Nick Traina]

i can still hear our music, sound of one hundred screaming.  silver tongued and simon-pure.  half complete without you here.  thick as thieves.  miles worth more than memories.  the curtain is coming down.  in yesterdays we drown.  i know you'll never leave.  i've lost faith in everything.  i hold our memories dear.  AND I MISS YOU!  a sunrise in Hollywood.  the sun set in september.  it forgot to rise the next day.  let your light, light our way.